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“Robin: When you do marry, who will you marry? Maria: I have not quite decided yet, but I think I shall marry a boy I knew in London. Robin(yells): What? Marry some mincing nincompoop of a Londoner with silk stockings and a pomade in his hair and face like a Cheshire cheese? You dare do such a thing! You - Maria - if you marry a London man I'll wring his neck! (...) I'll not only wring his neck, I'll wring everybody's necks, and I'll go right away out of the valley, over the hills to the town where my father came from, and I won't ever come back here again. So there! (...) Maria: Why don't you want me to marry that London boy? Robin(shouting): Because you are going to marry me. Do you hear, Maria? You are going to marry me.”

Quote by Elizabeth Goudge

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The Little White Horse

This book is a timeless tale of imagination and courage, following the journey of a young girl who discovers a magical world while living with her grandmother in the English countryside. more

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Elizabeth Goudge
Elizabeth Goudge

Elizabeth Goudge was a British author born on April 24, 1900, in Kent, England, and passed away on April 1, 1984. Known for her delicate emotions and rich imagination, her works mainly include historical novels and fantasy novels. Goudge's writing often explores themes of humanity, faith, and morality, which have won her a wide audience. more

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